The Greenfield Family
Copyright© 2025 by icehead
Chapter 18: The Party
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 18: The Party - Unfaithful, inattentive parents in a failing marriage. Bickering siblings who can barely stand to be in the same room. A sister who jetted off to college and never calls. A long list of secrets and dark histories. These are the ingredients that make up the dysfunctional Greenfield family. But the oldest son's girlfriend has a plan to help repair this fractured family, by converting them to her own family's not-so-conventional lifestyle.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Blackmail Coercion Consensual Drunk/Drugged Rape Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Cheating Sharing Slut Wife Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Cousins Uncle Niece Aunt Nephew BDSM Rough Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Nudism Slow
It was a different kind of mood that Zander found himself in, driving the four girls to the party on Friday night. Yes, he was used to driving Paula, Bobbi, Heather and Andie places already, but he was used to being annoyed by them all, and wanting to pass out from the overload of estrogen on parade around him.
Things between them had changed recently, however.
He hadn’t originally planned on going to this party anyway. It had mostly just been Paula and Heather who had wanted to go, but Zander had always assumed he was going to sit it out. They also hadn’t planned on Bobbi and Andie going either, but Andie had pestered Heather to let her come along, and for some strange reason Heather had been a bit more accommodating of her sister than usual. Once that had been agreed to, it had only made sense that Bobbi would come too, and Bobbi had invited Zander. And then, of course, Raven had weighed in, suggesting that it was better for Zander to get out and be among his peers more instead of holed up playing League of Legends. And to ensure that Zander really didn’t have anything better to do at home, Raven had informed them that she was planning to spend the evening at her brother’s place.
So now here he was, with Bobbi in the front seat next to him, giving him strange looks. Andie was seated directly behind Bobbi, chattering away with nonstop questions about who they were going to see at the party, and who was going out with whom, and what they thought people were going to be doing tonight. Paula and Heather, meanwhile, were oddly silent, but were gripping each other’s hand as if nervous and looking at each other a lot. A lot.
At last he pulled up in front of Sheila’s house, where many other cars were parked, and plenty of moving bodies could already be seen through the front window. Andie was the first one out, coming around to Bobbi’s door and whipping it open. “Come on, let’s go!” she chirped with a bright smile. Bobbi barely had time to get her seatbelt unbuckled before Andie took her hand and practically yanked her out.
Zander got out of the car more sedately, and turned to see Paula and Heather still seated in the back, looking at each other and appearing to try and catch their breath. Finally Paula opened the door and started to get out. Feeling like it was the thing to do, Zander lowered a chivalrous hand to help them out of the car. Paula paused when she saw his offered hand, looked up at him like she thought he couldn’t be serious, chuckled “Right,” and continued out of the car on her own.
Heather, however, gracefully accepted his hand and let him lift her out, sweetly bidding him “Thank you sir.” He gave her an exaggerated gallant bow and shut the door behind her.
“Come on, all of you, let’s go!” Andie said again, practically dragging Bobbi along on the way to the house. Paula and Heather followed, holding hands again, while Zander was happy to bring up the rear, striding along with hands in his pockets.
Andie was practically bouncing when she rang the doorbell. Seconds later the door opened, and their classmate Sheila stood there, decked out in that slinky dress and that streak of hot pink in her platinum blonde hair. “Oh, hey!” she beamed, seeing Paula and Heather coming up the step. “So glad you could make it! ... Oh, your brother came too? Cool, hi Zander!”
“Hey,” Zander said, giving her a mellow wave that didn’t come above his waist.
“Hope you don’t mind, our sisters wanted to come too,” Heather said, indicating Bobbi and Andie.
“The more the merrier! Come on in!” she waved them all inside, into the throng of drinking and chattering teens crowding the house. There were people occupying every corner of the living space it seemed, and several more could be seen in the back yard through the glass doors. There was a table decked out with snack foods, from crackers and cheese and dip to open bags of Cheetos and Doritos, while the kitchen counter was loaded with drink bottles, both hard and soft. Some of the bottles were already almost half empty, having filled the red Solo cups that people were carrying around with them.
Paula and Heather’s eyes immediately started scanning the crowd and listening to the murmur of voices for that one person they most wanted to see. For the moment, however, the guy in question was not in sight. Right now, the most noteworthy thing was Andie sprinting for the drink counter, shouting, “Do they have Fanta?” Heather cringed; as if Andie needed to be any more sugar-hyped.
“Guess I’ll get myself something to snack on,” Zander shrugged, and meandered off toward the table.
Paula and Heather glanced at each other. “See him anywhere?” Heather asked. Paula shook her head.
And then a pair of hands clapped them both on the shoulders. “Hey, you two!” a firm, friendly voice said. “You made it! I was wondering when you’d get here!”
They turned their heads to see Lance grinning down at them, a kind of cheeky look on his face. “Were you hiding or something?” Paula said. “Like lying in wait for us?”
He made a face as if this were ridiculous. “I was just over there!” he insisted. “Not my fault you didn’t see me! Need to borrow Heather’s glasses or something?”
Paula playfully swatted him. Grinning salaciously, Heather said, “Not a chance, view’s too good!” She was looking straight at Lance as she said this, making her flirtation clear as a bell.
“Well thanks Heather, it’s pretty good from here too,” he said, giving Heather’s back an affectionate rub.
From the snack table, Zander looked up to see Paula and Heather engaging themselves with Lance Jeffries. After the Justin thing earlier in the week, there was a part of him that was a little wary about guys who seemed interested in Paula, but he quickly suppressed that. He’d never really known Lance that well, but he struck him as an okay guy, and Paula seemed to like him well enough that there didn’t seem a need for him to involve himself. Besides, it wasn’t like he was her babysitter or anything.
He made himself push Paula out of his mind and reached for another pretzel, when his hand brushed someone else’s. He looked up to see who he had brushed knuckles with—and froze.
“Oh ... hi Zander,” Jennifer said, looking like she wanted to pull her hair over her face to hide from him.
“Jennifer,” he said coldly.
The silence between them was almost unbearable. “Uh ... how are you?” she said at last.
“I’m good.” It was all he needed to say. He didn’t bother asking how she was, because he honestly didn’t care.
The silence stretched on for another long moment. “Look, I ... I know I’ve said it before, but I am really sorry for what happened. I can’t take back what I did, but I—”
“It doesn’t matter,” he said simply. “It’s over.”
It was the first time in over a month he had seen her outside of school, and the last time they had been at a party together had been when he’d caught her with that other guy. He’d wondered for a long time how he would feel if he ever saw her at a gathering like this again ... and now that he did, he felt...
Nothing.
He didn’t feel angry at her for cheating on him. He didn’t feel sad about their failed relationship. He didn’t long for her to come back to him, or feel lustful at the idea of sleeping with her again. He looked at her, and he felt nothing. Not even pity for the look of misery that came over her face. She could be sorry for it all she wanted, it didn’t matter. He was done with her.
And he was done moping in his room about her.
Maybe what Raven had been doing was helping him after all.
A pair of hands took hold of his arm, and he turned to see Andie tugging at him with an eager smile, saying, “Come on, Zander, dance with us!” He glanced in the direction of the dimly-lit living area, where tables and couches had been pushed back to make room for the bunch of teens who were moving and gyrating to the music while light machines made colored lights dance around the room. Bobbi was standing nearby, looking a bit embarrassed at Andie’s enthusiasm, but didn’t seem repulsed at the prospect of Zander joining them. He wasn’t sure when exactly Andie had gotten so keen on the idea of having her best friend’s dorky older brother joining them for fun stuff like this, but he wasn’t in the mood to complain.
At any rate, the company of Bobbi and Andie seemed a lot preferable to that of Jennifer right about now. Which was a scenario that would have seemed unthinkable only a couple months ago.
He spared one last parting glance back at Jennifer as he let Andie drag him along. Bobbi even took his other hand as they pulled him to the dance area, moving into the middle of the crowd. He went into autopilot as he started moving to the music, holding onto Andie’s hips as she wiggled and grooved, looking at him with the face of a girl who was having an absolute blast.
Bobbi put her arms around Andie’s neck and middle as she too started to dance with them. Zander took Andie’s hands in his as she let him twist her around to face Bobbi, sandwiching Andie between them as the two girls danced with each other. Bobbi was holding onto Andie’s ribs while Andie’s hindquarters were making some very provocative circular motions up against Zander’s crotch.
Just next to them, he noticed Lance doing something similar with Paula and Heather. Paula currently had one hand draped over Lance’s neck as she leaned her upper body back and her lower body forward, gyrating with the music against him, while Heather danced right beside them, running hands through her hair and occasionally reaching out to put her arms around Paula.
When the song changed, the three of them changed partners. Paula stepped back to let Heather move up into Lance’s orbit, which he accommodated with an eager grin. Heather turned her back to Lance and reached her hands behind her head to grasp his neck, arching her back so that her ass was pressed firmly against his crotch, letting him feel every motion of it as she gyrated against him. Paula put her arms about Heather’s neck and wriggled back and forth, occasionally looking into the eyes of her BFF, other times looking past her at the handsome boy behind her.
As the music and dancing went on, the way both Paula and Heather were dancing got more involved, and Lance was definitely getting into the spirit of things. When Lance’s hand happened to slide up Heather’s side and reach her boob, she gasped a little, and danced harder against him. Paula moved closer to Heather, bringing their dress-clad breasts together to grind against each other in time with the music.
It just seemed like the thing to do when Paula leaned in and kissed Heather.
They didn’t consciously notice the hoots and hollers that surrounded them at first, lost as they were in the bliss of each other and Lance’s presence. But when they parted and looked around to see a lot of leering teenage boys grinning at them, they were painfully reminded of their audience. “Come on, do it again baby!” someone shouted.
“Damn, I wasn’t expecting that,” Lance said, still with a bit of a grin on his face.
Blushing, Paula glanced over to see that Zander, Bobbi and Andie were all watching them, even as they continued dancing with each other. They looked kind of impressed, and more than a little intrigued.
The song ended, and another one started up. The three of them disengaged from each other, and Paula said, “You mind if we take a little break? I want to get something to drink. Heather?”
“Yeah, sure, good idea.”
Paula looked toward Lance and assured him, “We’ll be right back.”
“Sure, I won’t go anywhere,” he said, and took a seat on one of the couches, where one of the boys seated there offered him a high five. Rolling his eyes, Lance accepted, just to not seem unfriendly.
On the way to the drink table, Paula and Heather were accosted by horny boys three times. First it was Mike from math class, who asked if he could get an impromptu repeat of their little “lesbo act.” Then there was Dean, who dragged his girlfriend along and asked if he could see them make out with her, which promptly earned him a quick slap. And just as they reached the counter, Allen came up to them making an exaggerated kissy face and some obnoxious smacking noises, which finally prompted Paula to take a physical action and shove his face away.
“Well, apart from the peanut gallery, I’d say this is going pretty good,” Paula said as she filled a Solo cup with coke.
“So, are we ready to make our move?” Heather asked, her combination of nerves and excitement written all over her.
Paula paused, thinking about that. She’d imagined a dozen scenarios for how tonight would go down, but being here now was proving a bit different than she’d imagined, in several ways. Not the least of which was the crowd of slobbering boys making crude commentary. Not to mention, looking around the room she also noticed several girls on their phones, no doubt telling everyone on their social media feeds that Paula Greenfield and Heather Bertrand just totally made out at a party in front of everyone. And while dancing with Lance Jeffries, no less.
“I don’t know,” Paula said. “You saw the reaction we got just from that. I’m suddenly imagining if people see us both dragging Lance off to a room at the same time.”
Heather’s brow creased, and she too looked around the room, also noticing the looks they were getting and the people sharing to social media. “You’re right. We’d be known as sluts the moment we showed up on Monday. But then what do we do? You don’t want to back out, do you?”
“No, definitely not,” Paula said, gripping her cup to steel herself. “I definitely still want to do this.” But how were they going to approach this without making a big show of it?
For a few seconds, neither of them said anything. They looked over at Lance, who was casually talking to one of his buddies on the couch. He noticed them looking at him, and gave them a smile and a small wave.
“Um ... I might have an idea,” Heather said. “What if ... what if just one of us starts with him, and then the other joins later?”
“What?”
“Would that be a little easier, and attract less attention?” And then stopping to think, she added, “Plus, we could surprise him that way! We let him think he’s only gonna be with one of us, and then the other comes in and, surprise! You’re getting a threesome!”
“Hey ... I kinda like that,” Paula admitted. “But which one of us starts him off?”
That question cooled Heather’s mood. She looked at Paula, a bit of worry and nervousness and wanting to be the first one showing in those green eyes behind those glasses. After a pause, Heather hesitantly suggested, “Rock paper scissors?”
Paula regarded her for a second, but didn’t have a better idea. She set her drink cup down and placed her fist on her open hand, prompting Heather to do the same. They pumped their fists three times; Paula kept her fist closed for rock, while Heather opened hers for paper.
Paula sighed. “Well, guess I’m the surprise.”
“And it’s on me to start things,” Heather said, seeming a bit overwhelmed. She blew out a nervous breath, and looked over in Lance’s direction again.
“You sure you’re up for this?” Paula asked. “We can trade places if you—”
“No, I can do this,” Heather said. She took a few steadying breaths, and said, “Okay, I’m going in. Wish me luck!”
“Like you’ll need it,” Paula encouraged her.
Heather took on her sexiest walk as she began striding towards Lance, swaying her hips with every step. Lance looked up, and seemed to clue in pretty quick to what she was thinking, as he straightened up in his seat and held her gaze.
Paula turned back to the counter to pick up her drink again—and stopped at the sight of Justin Hilliard standing next to her with a wolfish grin. “Hi Paula,” he schmoozed.
“Oh, hey Justin,” Paula drawled. This was so not what she needed right now.
“That was pretty wild what I just saw. I’m impressed.”
“Uh-huh,” she said indifferently as she turned away from him, taking a sip from her drink cup.
“I know some things we could do that would be even wilder,” Justin leered. “You game?”
“Really, really not.” She saw Heather heading toward the stairs, and then she saw Lance following behind her. The decision to wait for Paula to join them now made more sense than ever; if they wanted to avoid the leering of teenage lechers, Justin was the worst of the worst. She was going to have to ditch him before she could even think of going up those stairs.
“Look, I get it,” Justin said, not getting it at all. “I know why you broke it off with me. It was because I didn’t pay enough attention to you. I was too caught up with all the other girls showing up at my parties, and you felt left out. But I can do better. As of now, you got my undivided attention, girl!”
“Believe it or not, Justin, I’d actually prefer you pay attention to those other skanks,” Paula said nastily. “Why don’t you go bother them, okay?”
She started to walk away, but he took hold of her arm and pulled her back. “Come on, it’s a party! Don’t be that way!”
“Let go of me, Justin!” She glared at him in warning.
He had sense enough at least to listen to that. He released her arm, but the look on his face suggested he wasn’t giving up yet. “I think you’re making a big mistake.”
“I’ve made a ... few...” Paula said as she turned away ... and the room seemed to turn with her.
“Hey, you doing okay, Paula?”
“Yes, I’m ... I’m fine...” The lights in the room were growing fuzzy. Things were starting to spin.
“Hey, you don’t look so good.”
She took a step, and almost lost her footing. She tried taking another, and started to fall. She barely managed to avoid dropping the drink cup she was holding...
Oh shit, my drink cup! The thought came to her as she felt Justin’s arms holding her up. How long had she taken her eyes off it? Justin took the cup from her hand and poured it out in the sink.
She was faintly aware of him saying, “Maybe we’d better get you somewhere to lie down,” before everything blurred, and then went dark.
Heather knew the layout of Sheila’s house from the parties she’d been to here before, and she and Paula had planned out which bedroom they were going to take. Carefully checking to ensure no one was closely watching, she moved into the open door of one room, glancing seductively over her shoulder to entice Lance to follow her.
As soon as he was inside, she kicked the door shut and launched herself at him. He almost seemed startled at the force with which she pulled him into her arms and plastered her mouth to his. She called up all the recent practice she’d gotten kissing Paula as she probed his mouth with her tongue. She enjoyed the feel of his strong arms holding her up, which were quite different from Paula’s tender embrace. Not necessarily better per se, just different, but she definitely liked it.
And the hard bulge that she felt forming as she pressed her abdomen against his crotch was definitely different. But it was making her wet between the legs no less.
“You’re really sure about this, Heather?” Lance said in a soft voice.
Her response was to step back and push down on the top of her strapless dress, which she was not wearing a bra under. She slid it slowly down her body, revealing her breasts to his gaze, and then down the rest of the way over her stomach, until there was nothing holding her dress up. It pooled down at her feet, leaving her standing there in just pink panties and her shoes.
“Doesn’t it look like I’m sure?” she husked back at him.
“I’d say it does,” Lance said, and came forward to kiss her again. His hands rubbed her bare back as he explored her mouth, and she tugged up on the bottom of his shirt. They broke off the kiss just long enough to pull his shirt over his head and expose his bare, hard chest to her, which she delicately ran her fingers over, planting kisses on his pectorals. He allowed her to do that for a moment or two, before he cupped her face and brought her up for another kiss.
She stepped out of her shoes and they maneuvered their way over to the bed and collapsed forward, landing with him on top of her as they continued making out. Heather was starting to moan softly into his mouth, and then a little less softly when he began kissing his way along her neck and collarbone. And then his hands were on her breasts, kneading and massaging them with a strength that Paula did not have. She brought her knee up along his side and cupped the back of his head, pressing him harder against her breast.
Her eyes opened and she glanced toward the door. It occurred to her to wonder how long Paula would wait before coming in to join them. Would it be any second now? Would Paula come in while Lance was still getting her warmed up? Would they get as far as having Lance actually fucking her before Paula showed up? That didn’t seem like it would be fair to Paula...
But when Lance’s hand came down and started rubbing at Heather’s crotch through the thin fabric of her panties, it became a bit harder for her to think about Paula.